"Fred Elkin--in a charity performance last winter." Furneaux choked with excitement.
"A horsey-looking chap, on to-day's jury," he gurgled.
"That's him!" "The scoundrel!" "No wonder he looked ill." "No wonder, indeed.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!" "But, sir--" Robinson was flabbergasted.

He could only murmur "Fred Elkin!" in a dazed way.
"Have a drink," said Furneaux sympathetically.

"I'll wet my whistle, too.

Only half a glass, please.